to share some of the poems he's written me that is...

Some of you may know why this particular one about the white rose is so meaningful to me.


glitter-graphics.comThe White Rose

As I Journeyed Along
This Path Of Mine,
My Eyes Beheld
Such Beauty Divine...
So Precious It Was As It Stood Alone
Amongst The Vines And Brambles Of Life,
So Strong, Yet So Fragile It Seemed To Be
As It Struggled Against It’s Every Strife...
As I Stood In Awe, My Breath It Did take,
As It’s Brightness Through The Dark Did Shine,
And Then Suddenly Little Butterflies
Started Dancing Inside This Heart Of Mine...
I Wanted To Pick It, But I Didn’t Dare,
So Afraid If I Did That It May Not Survive,
So Instead I Helped Cut Away All The Vines,
Knowing Through Freedom It Would Grow More Alive...
The Rare White Rose Stood Amongst The Dark,
It’s Own Value It Did Not Know,
For Inside Itself It Could Not See
The Beauty It Did Bestow...
I Stood On The Path As Time Stood Still,
Determined To Wait And To See,
The Fullness Of The Rose’s Bloom
That Would Shine For Eternity...
One Day I Know When Fully Alive
This Rose Would Shine So Bright,
And To The Person By Whom It Chose To Be Picked,
Would Bring To That Person Such Delight...
For In This Life That We All Walk,
To Find A Flower So Rare And So True,
I Hope That One Day Everyone,
Would Find The Beauty I See In You.

Dedicated To My Friend "fiststarisee".
May 2008 George Strong